Friday, August 23, 2013

#BLURREDLINES

What a big stink women all over the world are making about the song, "Blurred Lines". I personally don't care for Robin Thicke, the image above is pretty spot on as far as what I think about him...or did you interpret that in another way? All I think about when I see or hear him is his father, Alan on Growing Pains. C*O*R*N*Y! I don't care how "progressive" we've become with our entertainment and our leniency with lyrics --- throughout time, I have heard songs that would cleverly insinuate some disturbing intent. Let me just point out a few lyrics from reputable and insanely talented artists.

"Every Breath You Take"

Every breath you take

Every move you make

Every bond you break

Every step you take

I'll be watching you

Every single day

Every word you say

Every game you play

Every night you stay

I'll be watching you

O can't you see

You belong to me

How my poor heart aches with every step you take

Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace

I dream at night I can only see your face

I look around but it's you I can't replace

I feel so cold and I long for your embrace

I keep crying baby, baby please

Every move you make

Every vow you break

Every smile you fake

Every claim you stake

I'll be watching you ---Sting

No one ever complained about a song that basically promoted stalking -- at least I never have. The lyrics clearly indicates that....he'll be watching her. Kind of creepy. What about this next one by Bruce Springsteen?

"I'm On Fire"

Hey little girl is your daddy home

Did he go and leave you all alone

I got a bad desire

Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire

Tell me now baby is he good to you

Can he do to you the things I don't do

I can take you higher

Oh-oh-oh, I'm on Fire I'm on fire

Sometimes it's like someone took a knife baby

Edgy and dull and cut a six-inch valley

Through the middle of my soul

At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet

And a freight train running through the middle of my head

Only you can cool my desire

Oh-oh-oh, I'm on fire --Bruce Springsteen

To me? If this song wasn't so embedded in my head from the past -- ignoring lyrics and just liking the song itself, I can clearly see the pedophile and incest overtones. Pedophilia, because a grown man is asking if this little girl's daddy is home and that "he's got a bad desire and he's on fire". The incest part, I can jump to conclusions and say that the part that talks about "Can he do to you the things I don't do" ---which is what? He's certainly not talking about being a father figure. But it's a song and we've all heard it and grew accustomed to its soothing tune. No one ever complained about it.

So now that music has gotten a bit more crass, perhaps even much more racier than ever before, many feminists -- even women who aren't feminists are feeling very degraded by the song, "Blurred Lines" by Robin Thicke. I'm just going to add the video below for you if you're not familiar with the song. Please click here if you cannot view the video below.

To me, it's a fun song with very sexual overtones. The fact that he states, "the way you grab me" -- indicates that this is mutual. I can think of a hundred and one other songs that are way worse than this one. I can't believe how much bad buzz this has gotten from overly sensitive idiots who seem to think that this is purely about rape. What do you think? (I promise I won't call you an idiot...)

How about this next parody video of "Blurred Lines" done by a female? If you think Robin Thicke's song is about rape, then do you think this next video is about rape as well? Please click here if you cannot view the video below.

Parents let their kids listen to Marilyn Manson (who is also a guilty pleasure of mine), but he is clearly of another umm, "religion", but his music, his voice, is just incredible. I know, I know, Satan was the master of music, right? All I'm saying is, if we're going to be super conservative about lyrics that are "iffy", or perhaps they're considered, "blurred lines", then what about taking your kids' smart phones and checking out some of their underground music that isn't mainstream. You'd be shocked. Now, I won't even turn this song up when I'm in the car, afraid some woman is going to think I'm an advocate for rapists. Come on people -- get a grip!